Page 31 of Cruel Destinies

I steered him toward his bed as we kissed with wild abandon, blindly feeling for the end of his shirt until my fingers found the smooth heat of his skin beneath the fabric. I curled my fingers around the material and pulled it upward, breaking away from his mouth as he lifted his arms to let me take it off him.

I pulled up my own shirt as he worked at the zipper of my pants, pulling them and my panties down just as I tossed my shirt aside. I stepped out of them, kicking off my shoes with frustrated haste as I struggled with his zipper. Unable to coordinate so many movements, he took over, removing his pants and boxers before unfastening my bra.

As soon as we were both naked, and even before he finished kicking his clothes from his ankles, I pushed him backward onto the bed.

He looked up at me when he landed, both surprise and challenge burning in his amber eyes.

Like a mao on a fallen gazelle, I pounced, climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs over his waist to straddle him. Then I lowered myself to kiss him, but he stopped me, a strange, vulnerable twinkle in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze roaming my face in a way that made me feel more exposed than being naked on top of him did.

What’s going on in that mysterious, well-guarded mind of yours, Tobias Dracul?

Then his hand curled around the base of my neck and pulled me down to kiss him, the stutter in our passion fading as our desire for one another burned hotter.

I reached a hand between our bodies as his tongue invaded my mouth, finding the rigid shaft of his hard cock and stroking it up and down. He groaned into my mouth, making me smile against his kisses. He gripped my hips with both hands, applying pressure to lower me onto him, but I resisted, continuing to stroke him and getting off on taunting him just a little.

“Please,” he whispered, nibbling on my lower lip as another groan escaped him.

And I couldn’t hold off any longer. I wanted him inside me so badly, even more than I wanted to torture him by withholding.

I guided his cock to my wet entrance and slowly lowered myself to the base of his pelvis, shuddering in bliss as his length and girth filled me completely—finally! He felt so fucking good inside me, stretching me and pushing on every sensitive nerve-ending I had.

I sat still for a moment, savoring the sensation as I adjusted to his impressive size. Then I began to move, slowly, sliding myself up and down over his cock. I moaned at the pleasure of his tip pressing against my inner walls, losing myself little by little as I rocked my hips faster and faster.

I clutched his shoulders for support as I rode him harder. Our eyes locked, and instead of making me uncomfortable and want to look away, it only intensified the passion between us. We stared at each other through every sway of my hips,through every moan and grunt of pleasure, and suddenly I was coming.

I bucked against him, burying him deep inside me as the ecstasy pulsated through me. But he didn’t let me stop. With his hands still clutching my hips, he lifted me up, thrusting upward into me in furious rebellion. The friction of his rapid movement drew out my climax, impossibly pushing me toward another, and I cried out as the second one obliterated me.

I collapsed on top of him, barely able to hold myself up as he continued to fuck me through my intense orgasm. Only after the tremors of my inner walls subsided did he slow. I looked down at him with half-lidded, lust-drugged eyes, finding a pained expression on his face as he pulled and lifted my hips slower and slower, until—

He pushed my hips upward and off of his cock, gripping his shaft and stroking it rapidly as his cum shot out and spilled over his rippling abs. I rolled onto the bed beside him, watching greedily as he finished himself off.

We lay there like that for several minutes, chests heaving and bodies coated in sweat, both of us too spent to clean up the mess.

It finally happened. After months of games and sexual tension so tight it threatened to snap, I’d finally had sex with Tobias Dracul. And I had no intention of stopping any time soon.

Chapter 12

Julian

My fingers ran swiftly across the ivory keys of the antique piano while I sat in my quarters at Heritage Prep. Mozart’sTurkish Marchfilled the air in perfect time, and I didn’t miss a single note.

The acoustics in my quarters weren’t the greatest: the builders of the vampire fortress hadn’t constructed the rooms with music in mind. But my eyes remained closed while I lost myself in harmonic serenity.

As I approached the final run of the song, a knock sounded at my door, causing my fingers to stop and my eyes to open. The enveloping peacefulness I’d felt shattered into dread.

“What do they want now?” I mumbled under my breath as I stood from the piano bench and made my way to the door. Before reaching it, hurried knocks came from it again.

“I’m coming,” I called with irritation. I grabbed the handle and pulled it a little too hard, catching the thin edge of the door before it could slam into the wall.

Standing in the doorway was my assigned Initiate, Piper Adams. Her sandy blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, and her gold-framed glasses made her light-brown eyes appear slightly bigger than they actually were.

The strangest thing for me was having to look up at her. I was tall by most standards, but she was at least two inches taller. I couldn’t help but stare at her with annoyance.

“You play the piano beautifully, sir,” she said, flashing me an overeager smile.

I ignored her compliment. “I didn’t summon you. Why are you here?”

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